She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 509: In the Face of Life and Death

Five minutes had passed, and there was a countless number of people waiting in line for Kyson’s treatment, while nobody came to Cheyenne.

Eddie was starting to feel anxious for her.

“Cheyenne, should I go and help you find some patients? I remember a few patients adding me on Line before; they were seeking medical help,” he suggested.

“No need,” she declined his offer, her gaze shifting towards the cleaning lady standing by the street.

From the last moment to now, the cleaning lady had been looking over in this direction with hesitation.

Cheyenne raised her red lips and said coolly, “I’ve got a patient.”

“What?”

Before he could get a response from her, Cheyenne headed towards the cleaning lady.

Meanwhile, Leah, seeing her actions, thought she had willingly given up the competition and smirked triumphantly. “So quick to give up? Seems like all that boasting led to nothing… A bit of self-awareness would be good.”

Before Leah’s words had fallen, a clear voice interjected, “Who said I’ve given up?”

Cheyenne returned, bringing with her a middle-aged cleaning lady in a yellow sanitation worker’s uniform. She looked to be in her fifties, with hair turning white from the rigors of hard labor, and her face weathered and wrinkled from years of exposure to the elements.

She held a broom and stood somewhat bewildered in place.

“She’s so filthy. Why would Cheyenne bring such a lowly person here?”

“Yeah, it stinks! The air is filled with the smell of garbage… I can’t bear it, I’m sick.”

out of here quickly,

the hurtful

the broom in her hand, a deep sadness on her face as she apologized to Cheyenne with a slight bow, “I… I’m sorry, Miss

anything, her actions crushed the old woman’s sense of pride. Kyson, observing

high or low.” Cheyenne grabbed hold of the cleaning lady’s wrist and confidently ushered her into the VIP ward

discontent, but envy also sparked

replacement

the white coat and gloves, she seemed to glow from within, noble and

she asked the

vomiting, especially

that she likely had chronic gastritis and a tendency for

the

for Cheyenne, now that she had identified the ailment, she could begin the

took out a set of silver needles, each

skillfully insert it into the woman’s

high medical skills, and her speed was astonishing, leaving

everyone involuntarily gazed in silent

couldn’t help but

disdainfully curled her

has appendicitis. The best treatment would

could finish her words, Kyson himself refuted her, publicly stating, “Leah, watch it carefully to learn it.

whose side

“I know.”

his head and began to focus on

at Cheyenne, while he pondered a question: What if he were

Based

it would be a relatively long process before the

past two months!” Cheyenne wasn’t accustomed to such effusive gratitude. She